Mo Weiyun nodded to Gu Xiaojun, picked up Yu Qiuchi, and carried her very lightly. He was really afraid that one day Yu Qiuchi would suddenly disappear... As for a psychologist, if they could find one, they would have done so long ago. Right now, Yu Qiuchi is very resistant to psychologists.
Mo Weiyun felt a bitter taste in his mouth; this was a sin he and Yu's father had committed together.
Mo Weiyun turned off the main light in the dormitory and only turned on the bedside lamp. Yu Qiuchi must be sleeping soundly; he looked extremely well-behaved.
Mo Weiyun lowered his head and kissed the top of Yu Qiuchi's head, his kiss filled with tenderness, devoid of lust.
Yu Qiuchi can sleep tonight, but Mo Weiyun is very busy. He has to deal with the uproar online and send lawyer's letters directly to any comments that are unfavorable to Yu Qiuchi.
As for some videos being taken down entirely, after a perfectly good day, encountering unpleasant things late at night can be very upsetting.
Mo Weiyun wanted to stop recording tomorrow, but he couldn't figure out what Yu Qiuchi was thinking and didn't want to go against him at this time.
So, on behalf of the production team, they gave us a morning off, waiting for Yu Qiuchi to wake up before discussing anything further.
Yu Qiuchi slept until 2 p.m. the next day, when he was startled awake.
An elderly woman was hanging from a fan blade, emaciated and withered, surrounded by blood, bulging red, empty eyeballs, and a knife in her hand.
Yu Qiuchi thought he was calm, but his restless heart was slapping him in the face. He only slowly calmed down when he saw Mo Weiyun sleeping soundly with her arms around his waist.
Only then did he possess all his memories, his childhood, adolescence, and youth, and each year of his growth cease to be a disjointed farce.
At this moment, Yu Qiuchi no longer felt that indescribable panic; he felt a sense of security in his existence in the world.
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